A friendly young man arrived at my front door and upset the dogs. He was cheerful and pleasant. The barking dogs were not. As I spoke to him, with the door opened a bit, dogs still barking, he wanted to give me some information about his extermination business. He had a nice uniform and a matching hat.
He started off by telling me he was working for the Robinsons next door. I don’t know the Robinsons. He could’ve said anything. I told him, “This is not a great time. Can you leave me your card?”
He showed me the iPad in his matching carrier bag. “No, I’m sorry. We’re going touchless.”
“Okay.”
“I could come back,” he said with hope.
“No, don’t do that,” I said.
We laughed.
“So you mean, you’ve got nothing you can give me so I can contact you in the future?”
“No sir, I’m sorry. If you want to give me your phone number…”
“No thanks. Sorry.”
He departed. The dogs settled down. I picked up the electric guitar that had been knocked over by the ferocious Gracie May, the chihuahua rescue. And I was a bit sad for the friendly young fella.
If we get so *modern* that we forget to give people leave-behinds, or give them options besides fill out this iPad survey now or give us your phone number, well… Both hard NOs for me. Sorry, whatever your company was. Not today. Next time send an AI.
John McElhenney — let’s connect online
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